Chapter 176: Probing Each Other, Chang Ning Misjudges
Following the intermittent footprints, Chang Ning arrived at an abandoned factory located at the junction of the North District and West Area.
Looking at the factory area in front of him filled with a strong war atmosphere, Chang Ning secretly clicked his tongue: “Wolf Fang’s military expenses are really abundant!”
This factory was clearly built and then bombarded indiscriminately with weapons by someone. Looking around, everything in sight was rubble and ruins.
The only thing that could be called a house was the factory building not far away. This sole surviving structure in the factory area looked dilapidated from the outside, as if it would collapse with a crash in the next second.
“Good place!”
Chang Ning, familiar with sniper technique, casually scanned and discovered many positions that could serve as sniper positions: the dilapidated factory building, piles of sand and bricks everywhere—these were all natural cover.
He didn’t even need to bother arranging anything; materials for making a ghillie suit were also easy to find—gray cement bags were excellent materials.
“Could it be Gale’s sniper facing off against me?”
Leaning against the wall corner, Chang Ning felt a bit uneasy in his heart. The environment here was really too suitable as a battlefield for a sniper.
In Wolf Fang, whenever Chang Ning had free time, he would often be pulled by Vulture to train with the sniper company and the assassin.
Therefore, Chang Ning believed his own sniper technique was not weak and he had the capability to serve as a sniper when necessary.
However, he wasn’t sure how big the gap was between him and a professional sniper.
Every time he played with the assassin and the others, he was always the one getting abused and had never won.
This caused Chang Ning to feel uneasy in his heart as soon as he really faced off alone against a sniper.
This was a disease, with the cause being a lack of confidence.
As long as Chang Ning competed once against another sniper, his disease would naturally heal without medicine.
“Just dragging it out like this isn’t going to work.”
Glancing at his data panel, the words “firearm mastery” gave Chang Ning a bit of confidence in his heart.
Comparing patience with a sniper is an extremely foolish behavior. Whether it was the assassin or Ostrich, Chang Ning had seen too many excellent qualities of snipers on them—patience was just one of them.
Leaning against the mottled wall, Chang Ning cautiously poked his head out just enough for his eyes to see clearly, quickly scanning the factory area.
As soon as he retracted his head, he heard a crisp sound from the wall, as if something had struck it.
“Good thing I dodged quickly.”
In an extremely short time, Chang Ning memorized the scene he had just seen in his mind and calculated the best route forward.
This required considering how to approach the sole surviving dilapidated factory building in the factory area at the fastest speed while trying to avoid the opponent’s field of fire.
Originally, Chang Ning had no way to calculate the opponent’s field of fire, but that previous shot solved the problem.
Next, he just needed to climb over the wall and glance at the bullet mark left there, and he could roughly estimate the opponent’s field of fire.
On the abandoned wooden table in the factory building, Swift Wind Four saw through the optical sight that he hadn’t hit Chang Ning. Although it was within his expectations, a bit of disappointment still arose in his heart.
“Not bad for B Group—from poking his head out to retracting, the time interval in between was definitely less than two seconds!
The moment he pulled the trigger was basically simultaneous with the opponent retracting his head—such a terrifying intuition!”
Swift Wind Four picked up the gun, picked up the ejected bullet casing, and put it in his trouser pocket. He was going to move to the next position. It was worth mentioning that he wasn’t Gale Squad’s sniper; he was using a Type 95.
The previous shot at Chang Ning was just a proactive greeting. Best if he hit, no big deal if he didn’t.
He wasn’t thinking of eliminating the opponent with just one shot in this state—after all, he wasn’t a sniper, and his marksmanship could only be said to be passable. The real killing move was coming later.
They all say that Lone Wolf is Wolf Fang’s best assault team, and Swift Wind Four never doubted this.
A few days ago, he was still receiving training from the instructors of Lone Wolf A Group. Everyone in Gale had personally experienced A Group’s strength, and everyone was convinced.
But Lone Wolf B Group—heard it was a newly formed team.
Since everyone was a newcomer, why couldn’t he be selected into B Group?
This time, he wanted to weigh the quality of B Group members.
Swift Wind Four wasn’t worried about what Chang Ning would do if he couldn’t find him after he moved positions.
Since he dared to move, he must have made foolproof preparations, not afraid that Chang Ning wouldn’t see the clues he left.
Seeing that the opponent showed no action for a long time, Chang Ning had no choice but to risk leaping over the wall. His landing spot was a pile of rubble he had eyed earlier, just the right size to block him while half-squatting.
“Still no movement—did he leave?”
Logically speaking, the instant he jumped over the wall was the best timing to shoot, but the opponent didn’t choose to fire.
To confirm if the opponent had really moved positions, Chang Ning used his hand to prop up his helmet, exposing it slightly, and made irregular movements, disguising it as if he was moving.
After waiting a few seconds, the anticipated impact didn’t happen.
Generally, in this situation, there were only two possibilities: the opponent saw through his trick, or he had really left.
Chang Ning leaned toward the latter. If it were a member of another special forces team facing him today, he wouldn’t easily draw such a conclusion.
Gale Squad members were newcomers just like their B Group, and few had seen real blood.
The probability of such a team producing an expert was too small. Did they really think good prospects with extreme talent like He Chenguang and Leng Feng were abundant everywhere?
“If he left, that’s good—easier for me to gather intelligence.”
With a glance from the corner of his eye at the surveillance camera installed under the eaves, Chang Ning wasn’t worried at all now about leaving a bad impression on the leader due to wasting time.
At present, both sides had started engaging, and the real show was just beginning.
Only the details shown in offense and defense were what the leader wanted to see—otherwise, how could they intuitively inspect Lone Wolf B Group’s combat?
Displaying solid tactical maneuvers and military quality required a lot of detailed evidence, and these things needed time.
The personnel sent down to inspect the combat power of various special forces captains must all be experts in special operations or soldiers with actual combat experience—they understood this point clearly.
The colonel sitting in He Zhijun’s office was such a talent; his real identity was a teacher in the special operations command major at a certain military academy.
He had previously investigated special forces abroad, so he was familiar with the tactical systems of major special forces abroad.
Starting from when Chang Ning was discovered in the two-story white house, the officer watched Chang Ning’s performance through the monitor while writing and drawing in his notebook.
The nearby He Zhijun’s mood at this time was like ants on a hot pan, but after all, he was an old special forces soldier—his expression management was naturally maxed out, and no trace of anxiety could be seen on his face.
So far, Chang Ning and the others’ performance could only be said to be average, with no outstanding displays, which made him a bit unsettled.
“5.8 millimeters!”
Looking at the bullet mark on the wall, Chang Ning’s expression was surprised.
